| Well I’m sick of crying velvet eyes
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| Sick of pining for you
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| Oh I am too damn cold to turn on the stove
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| I’ve been so awfully blue
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| And at night I dream of St. Louis
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| Heaven rings the king’s county band
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| And I cull through the dark room for hours
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| For the girl in the black velvet band
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| Oh I’m back from the dead and now I’m sitting up in bed
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| Watching these sitcoms dissolve
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| Even the music from the street is sounding sweet
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| It sounded so awful for so long
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| And at night I dream of a salesman
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| Who has come to sell me a plan
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| Where I’m sure to win back that woman
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| Oh the one in the black velvet band
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| The smoke fills the room
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| The poppy’s bloom
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| So I’ll make my way
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| Out of this town someday
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| So I guess I’m gone
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| The weather’s come
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| Oh they tell me the forecast is grim
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| Oh they plan to appraise this worthless place
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| For the mining of nickel and tin
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| And if I was a going somewhere
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| And if you could take my hand
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| I would wait in this hallway forever
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| For the girl in the black velvet band
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| Oh if I harbor a sickness
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| For the girl in the black velvet band |